Wang Qi extended his brush and struck with his sword.
Mo Zhenzhen felt that this was simply miraculous. A brush had fired off a stream of Sword Qi? How had he done that?
Outsiders watched the spectacle; insiders saw the craft. In Mo Zhenzhen's eyes, Wang Qi producing such pure Sword Qi with a thrust of his brush was already astonishing, but two people saw something deeper.
Liu Yunxiang's eyes lit up when he saw this strike.
What kind of sword strike was this? It was clearly the simplest straight thrust, yet it felt so intricate, so... profound!
This strike seemed to have drawn from number theory. Yet martial arts derived from number theory pursued utmost simplicity and loathed change, while this strike plainly contained infinite transformations. Though those transformations were many, they were neither complicated nor chaotic; they expounded the simplest truth.
Just like 1 + 1 = 2, 1 + 2 = 3...
This strike was a "proof," a mathematical "validity"!
The same thing looked different to different people. Faced with the same sword strike, Liu Yunxiang saw "validity," while Chen Feng saw "intent."
In Chen Feng's eyes, this strike blazed with dazzling brilliance. It was clearly the condensation of every ounce of its wielder's heart and strength, the most radiant side of a bewitching human heart.
"Is this his proud achievement? The joy of witnessing the Great Dao after long contemplation?" Chen Feng quickly understood. Wang Qi had poured his entire spirit into thought, and only now had he obtained the result.
Huangfu Lian and Li Yue did not possess Chen Feng's insight. They merely vaguely sensed that Wang Qi's strike was far from simple, and that they could not quite comprehend it.
But that only made Li Yue even more furious.
This brat could merely wield